I’ll miss the nothingness inside of me when I failed to hear you say my name, I’ll miss the porcelain feel of your skin now corrupted by sun, sand and rain. I’ll miss your eyes misting up with tears after our traditional morning fights, but mostly I’ll miss missing you while I lay in someone elses arms tonight.
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The motions through emotions... feel, write, publish..... be read or ignored. Be hated or adored. Whether you are young or old, it is not about how great you are... but how real you feel.
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